So much so that back in Brooklyn I insisted on hanging a hammock inside.
Which was mostly a noble attempt to deflect my true desire: to have a yard with a swing.
So imagine my joy when yesterday reached an insanely balmy 60 degrees--
And Steven built me a swing!
Like just about everything we've had a hand in here, it's made from barn wood. (And some climbing rope threaded through two drilled holes.) Not to downplay Steven's fabulous craftsmanship but, boy was it easy!
As we develop the grounds for the Inn, I'm gonna be sure to have some swings for guests because we shouldn't be the only ones enjoying the view of Mt. West Kill like this.
(What is I Love Lamp? This is I Love Lamp.)